Most comforting feeling in the world? A genuine, long hug.
The type where you can really feel the other person is chanelling energy with you.
If no person at hand? Doggies will do just fine.
Which leads me to; most comforting smell in the world?
Fresh baby (ah the fuzzy few soft hairs!) and doggy ears. Your own doggy’s ears.
Warm fuzzy baby hair and warm fuzzy doggy ears sniffles bring me back to core-Sooz-ness
(I hate it when WordPress somehow doesnt save the post correctly and you just spilled your mind for nothing) but… I can’t believe this picture was more than a year a go already. How much we’ve both grown since then. Physically, mostly. She’s still the most brainless dog in the world and I’m… well… mentally nowhere near where I wanna be, or where I thought I’d be by now. But we’re still growing, together.
Sorry for my lack of posts. I’ve been busy, uninspired and mostly; uninspiring. I ain’t doin’ so pwetty right now, so lotsa puppy-lovin’ has been involved recently.
October, I just need you to be over.
Not that I want it to be November yet. Oh don’t even get me started on turning twenty-trippin’-four in three weeks. But I just need the new start. Again.
I seem to be unable to do what I think I need to do. Or want to do. Because maybe I don’t really want it? Or, I just don’t have the balls. I’m scared, so I ignore it.
I need/want? to start doing some -oh so mundane- physical activity something (oh get your mind outta the gutter already). Something, anything, that makes me not drop dead when I run up the stairs to my bed or try to catch the train. And make me soar and crampy all over the next day after doing so. But I keep chickening out, because, well… I’ll look like a fool. I’ll look like a BMI666(evil), 78year old woman entering a gym/class/whatever with already fit(-ish) people. And I’ll just be the red, sweaty, scared, BMI666, 78 year old crazy lady. Because, truly, I’m in that bad of a shape. So I chicken out, which ends up leaving me bummed out about myself even more. But I just can’t get over it.
of the exposure?
So, tips/suggestions/ideas, anyone? Oh lovely late night (2 in the morning peeps!) blogger musings. Thanks, insomnia, for making me so productive…
Oh and please; what comforts you?